“All human affairs, all that does not exist after death, are vanity. Riches vanish. Glory leaves us. When death comes, all such things disappear.”
– St. Peter of Damascus
Death clears away all rubbish. It gives precise deliniation between value and worthlessness. There is no question about the importance of a task. Or the meaningfullnes of a word to be spoken. All is revealed in this light of finality.
Keep death, friends, always before your eyes. See the reality: we will die. Not might die. Not perhaps die. We will die.
Praise God for the dawning where you have breath. Make no mistake, there will come a morning which will be our last. The last sight of sun. The last smell of air. The last taste of life in the flesh.